The mirror doesn't answer the questions as Gabriel asks them, keeping his mouth firmly closed and not saying a single word in return. He isn't going to answer anything he doesn't want to, and giving the other information so easily would be folly. William doesn't doubt for a second this one would take anything he could and run with it.
When the wing lashes out William is so caught up in keeping his shoulders squared that he barely even flinches, not even feeling the cut to begin with. He just keeps his stare on the archangel for a few seconds, wondering just what the Hell he was meant to be doing with this one. This Gabriel was going to be a handful, and it's on the heels of that thought that his cheek finally begins to sting, William silently raising fingertips to press against it. The wetness on his face says it all, the mirror pulling his hand back to peer at the red on it, index finger and thumb slowly rubbing together as he studies his own blood with a curious look.
This was now new territory and William can't deny he's fascinated by it. Fascinated and irked. This opposite of his Gabriel was just that in every sense, brash, loud-mouthed and arrogant. It's enough that William is starting to wish his own Gabriel was back, putting his hand down and giving the most elegant shrug he can muster. In his opinion that's more than Gabriel deserves right now, smile not even reaching his eyes.
"I'll push you all I want. If you think a scratch is a lesson then I have some very bad news for you. Anyway, who's to say I didn't tell you where the Queen was? For all you know, I could be sending you in the right direction in the hopes of watching her smear you across the floor in a bloody paste."
William briefly studies his fingers again, wondering where he can wipe the blood before shrugging inwardly, licking them clean before rubbing his hands together.
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When the wing lashes out William is so caught up in keeping his shoulders squared that he barely even flinches, not even feeling the cut to begin with. He just keeps his stare on the archangel for a few seconds, wondering just what the Hell he was meant to be doing with this one. This Gabriel was going to be a handful, and it's on the heels of that thought that his cheek finally begins to sting, William silently raising fingertips to press against it. The wetness on his face says it all, the mirror pulling his hand back to peer at the red on it, index finger and thumb slowly rubbing together as he studies his own blood with a curious look.
This was now new territory and William can't deny he's fascinated by it. Fascinated and irked. This opposite of his Gabriel was just that in every sense, brash, loud-mouthed and arrogant. It's enough that William is starting to wish his own Gabriel was back, putting his hand down and giving the most elegant shrug he can muster. In his opinion that's more than Gabriel deserves right now, smile not even reaching his eyes.
"I'll push you all I want. If you think a scratch is a lesson then I have some very bad news for you. Anyway, who's to say I didn't tell you where the Queen was? For all you know, I could be sending you in the right direction in the hopes of watching her smear you across the floor in a bloody paste."
William briefly studies his fingers again, wondering where he can wipe the blood before shrugging inwardly, licking them clean before rubbing his hands together.